While my childhood memory was being shattered by present day development, D. was creating us dinner. With his bare hands. Well. Cooking may be the better word. B. made a lovely salad.
And there was salmon.
And roasted potatoes too, though there isn't any proof. I know they were there, I have faith...in the existence of potatoes I ate two or three weeks ago. I just finished reading a book all about faith and space. The end. Thanks to D. and B. for a lovely meal!